He sprinkles this sugar on the world
Trying to make it a little bit sweeter.
Our response suggests he succeeds.
Each grain spinning like a hurricane,
Frozen droplets floating towards the earth
Until they kiss the frozen ground.
Confusion, as they aimlessly drift through the air.
Billions build up and coat the world
In a blanket of peace, hope and wild dreams.
Hugged plants are squeezed a new colour,
Rooftops too, are repainted white.
The bitter cold troubles no one.
This frozen sweetness engulfs the land,
And perfection is amongst a youthful world.
Perfection that thrives in the luminous dark.
But, nightfall slowly realises our fears,
And when weary eyes awaken to the morning sun,
All of Earths hopes and dreams
Have started to melt away.
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 12:16 PM UTC
He sprinkles this sugar on the world
Trying to make it a little bit sweeter.
Our response suggests he succeeds.
Each grain spinning like a hurricane,
Frozen droplets floating towards the earth
Until they kiss the frozen ground.
Confusion, as they aimlessly drift through the air.
Billions build up and coat the world
In a blanket of peace, hope and wild dreams.
Hugged plants are squeezed a new colour,
Rooftops too, are repainted white.
The bitter cold troubles no one.
This frozen sweetness engulfs the land,
And perfection is amongst a youthful world.
Perfection that thrives in the luminous dark.
But, nightfall slowly realises our fears,
And when weary eyes awaken to the morning sun,
All of Earths hopes and dreams
Have started to melt away.
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